Monday, January 14, 2008

Endless Nantucket (You Will Bite Your Nails in Suspense Version)

When I feel the dolphin jumps This hurricane will turn into skeletonThat’s when outdoors is repentGripping when it’s film, and squatLittle serial lawn games during summerForcing what you ate outCapable of making Strong n' BustlingMe and I relinquish the fine wound feelingOpen Sore Game day! Those poor suckers are jealous of our Sores! And how each curve has meaningA place, to feel unique and like more men,Indecent and fully capable of chasing a destinyWith enough pharmaceuticals to sedate the World Banking

That dangerous point in Life is Beautiful when you riskA place like behind the queen on a deck of cardsStanding up to pissAnd when I throw that red lady downI’m holding the winner, the allegations heldWe’re watching the sun from the Best WesternBodies in the showerOur Prius rests from the long driveThis is it. I’ve made it more stable. Even the dolphins are shimmyingCoroner and my knife, losing the limboShuddering under the roof’s collapsible tentLooking for frolic adventure. The great outdoors with shingles.1000 Santas on hyperdrive take my whole familyFor a spin when no one asked for a spin

Grace happens to work the group least.I have thankfully removed vomit from my blouseI have decided that roofing is out for me.The demon behind you is crying, evil little kewpieI will continue to hold you until break time.

How many queens until the entire state is ours?Candidates switch peeing on your campfire until it’s outGrace come back we need your utterances. That wind carries more than just jam. Blood spatter. That statue looking at me is sexy. Sexy to fucking kill me!! ARGH! The dryer shouldn’t be in the picture. Rhythm of this nation, much less in hotel bedroom.